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  • Gary Hunter

Fly Spotting - Aug. 24, 2021

almost 4:15pm

I’ve done many things

but written a poem today

eyeing the TV remote

I think of those corn puffs

hand on an icy root beer

the head wants to drift

back legs kick out

it’s time to entertain ME I whine

but here I sit

arms crossed

waiting for a subliminal

fly to land so with

a quick slap

I can drag it out

guts and all and

shape that last line

but nothing comes

4:30 chimes and as

the laptop folds closed

I see in the backyard

a ripened yellow mango

swinging wildly in the wind

holding on for dear life


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